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ms_little_sister is not sure about her designer dress! She got a dress tailored for her out of a couch covering fabric as a way to advertise it. I convinced her not to rid herself of it, it is retro cool!!

--Twas not-kates 30th last night. We dined pseudo-middle-eastern then went to a pub for some drinks.

I bought not-kate a Vodka and coke, then as we moved downstairs I got us both a Chartreuse. I think Chartreuse is really nice; zesty, spicy, sharp, sweet but most of all balanced. It tastes like the smell of sweet freshly cut green grass.

not-kates reaction to the Chartreuse was to clamp her hand on mouth like it was burning. It is possible her delicate feminine palette was not prepared in the prior moment, and that her mouth may have in fact been burning.

not-kate made sure every body go layed, including herself.

not-kate about to blow out the cake that her mother made for her.

not-kate double fisting later in the evening, the drink in her left hand is a vodka and coke.

--I figured out several things while I was away, I'm going to talk about my body in this post.

Firstly I kind of miss some aspects of the body I had when I was ten years younger. I haven't seem my abs for a while and could do with some general upper body toning.

Some aspects of my body are a lot more advanced than they were ten years ago. My general endurance is a lot more developed than it was ten years ago, as I figured out when tramping late last year.

The ability for my legs to take untold repetitions at light and medium loads with almost no next day effects is kind of cool. I really have to do something pretty horrible to them before they complain.

So I'm back to the gym as of today to get some more upper body toning and strength. I'm going to do classes this time. This works better than when I was at the gym last, there is now a Les Mills in the hutt and two within walking distance from work, I've got many classes to choose from.

Tonight was body pump, a high repetition light weight aerobics class featuring barbells. It would be nice if it made me look like this but that won't happen with this class alone.

My arms are so tired right now that typing is uncomfortable. Someone called on the phone earlier and I had to keep holding the phone in different arms to stop them burning. I may have trouble dressing myself tomorrow morning. mr_westend will be pleased I'm sure.

--When you are one degree of separation from the stag, this acts as a kind of restraint against what you get the stag to do. This might be some kind of natural behave-in-kind type thinking that stems from worry about vengeance.

When there are two degrees of separation between the stag and a member of the stag party, well lets just say that loosens things up a little.

At first mr_noob was most uncomfortable with his light blue shiny plastic cowboy hat. He seemed to get used to it eventually.

His thoughts on the stag challenge t-shirt seems to alter as the night went on. He eventually figured out how to use it as a tool, a good sign for any human. Those permanent marker pens sure got a lot of use on it.

My hazed recollections have several high points that I will recount:

Several members chanting "dance monkey boy dance" as mr_noob wandered toward the tables of dancing 21 year old women in dresses to join them. They played with his hat, of course.

Laughing very hard at mr_noob and mr_scottish singing kareoke at K club. Very very funny and unexpected to hear the scottish accent in that setting.

Various spankings at the electric avenue. He may have some red marks there. Sorry about that ms_organisatrix!

I'm back in Wellington. Mum thought I was back a few days ago and left a voice mail message to that effect, bless her. But really I was meant to be back today!

I got up around 9am in Seattle on Wednesday. It's now 9:30am on Friday morning and I've been travelling since then to get here. Even counting for the day lost over the date line it still a long time not to sleep properly.

I'll be staying awake by running errands and drinking lots of good coffee. Some good coffee in Seattle and some in London, but you had to seek that stuff out with a lot of enthusiasm.

Back in Petone, a luscious mochaccino is only a 15 mintue walk away :-)